S B Alexander

Dare to Dream

Synopsis

Death and pain brought them together.
Vengeance and darkness might tear them apart.
Kade Maxwell will do anything to save Lacey Robinson from her past--and from herself. A task that is harder than he ever realized as fate has something else in store.
Bound and determined to push through her demons and achieve her dreams, Lacey just might dare to go too far--right into the arms of a killer.
Dare to Dream is Book 2 in the series and follows the continuing story of Kade and Lacey from Dare to Kiss.

Author Biography

S.B. Alexander’s passion for writing began when she read her first Stephen King novel, The Shining. Over the years she kept telling family and friends she was going to write a book. Fifteen years later, on the advice of an author friend, she sat down and wrote her first novel, and she hasn’t stopped since.
She writes sexy, new adult and college, sports, paranormal and military romance. Her Maxwell Series claimed the #1 bestseller's spot on Amazon UK's sport's fiction category. She's a former navy veteran, loves baseball, especially the Boston Red Sox, white powdered donuts, and handbags. Her husband calls her the bag lady. She enjoys playing golf, is moved by music and great stories, and will go out of her way to help people.
Visit www.sbalexander.com to find out more about S.B. Alexander.

Author Insight

Girls can pitch!

In today’s society, girls are slowly breaking into the game of baseball. Take for instance, pitching sensation, Mo’ne Davis who made the cover of Sports Illustrated. She’s the first girl to throw a shutout at the Little League World Series in 2014, or teenage knuckleballer, Chelsea Baker who made the news in early 2014 when she threw batting practice to the Tampa Bay Rays. She also became the first female in Hillsborough County, FL to make the varsity baseball team at Durant High School.
Lacey Robinson is in the same league, breaking barriers in Dare to Dream.

Book Excerpt

Dare to Dream

I dug my cleat in the dirt around the mound then set my sights on home plate. The top of Kennedy’s line-up was batting. The lead-off hitter had gotten a double off my first pitch in the first inning. I stretched my neck as the batter got into position. Finally, Mark gave me a signal for a curveball. I went through my routine, checking the infield and outfield, making sure everyone was ready. Satisfied, I relaxed my shoulders, placed my index finger on the ball, aimed at my target, and threw.

“Strike one,” the umpire called with his right thumb up in the air and his index finger pointing outward as though he was shooting at someone.

On the next pitch, the batter swung and missed. The crowd was on their feet, shouting. One more strike. Kicking one foot out of the batter’s box, the lanky batter rolled his neck one way then the other, looked down to his third base coach, then stepped back into the batter’s box. Mark gave me the curveball signal. I readied the ball in my glove, wound up, and fired the ball into Mark’s glove.

“Strike three,” the umpire’s voice boomed before the home crowd roared.

The batter stormed away, banging his bat against the ground.

I got in a groove, my confidence and zone tightly reined in, and repeated the same pitch three more times. Now, with two outs, my heart raced with excitement. One more batter, and the first game would be in the record books—my first full game pitching for Kensington High. For a second, I couldn’t believe I was standing on the mound, pitching again.